Author's Note: Anyone else feel like Harris has a huge secret?
Teresa-My original intent was to create a kind of bridge to the second season, and I didn't really like how Derek kind of came out of nowhere with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd. So, I'm fixing that.
Marine 76-I'm so ridiculously grateful for your continuous support!
"Faster?" Scott asked.
"Much faster," Stiles told him, looking out the back window. "Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," he added.
"If I go faster, I'll kill us," Scott protested.
"Well if you don't go faster, they'll gonna kill us," Stiles replied.
"I'll drive. Don't take your foot off the gas," I ordered, unbuckling. Once again, I thanked my luck for making me small and climbed into Scott's lap. I placed my foot over his and took the wheel. ""Slide back," I directed.
Slowly, he eased out from under me as I shifted into the next gear and flew away from Kate Argent's Kia. "How are you so much better at driving this than me?" he asked once he was safely in the passenger seat.
"I've driven it more," I told him shortly.
"They're gone," Stiles realized, turning on the walkie-talkie he'd taken from his dad. When I heard the Sheriff's voice, I accelerated into the Iron Works.
"Wait, there he is!" Scott cried, and I skidded to a halt. "Get in!" he yelled to Derek, throwing open the door before he dove into the backseat. I kept my foot firmly on the brake as I pressed down on the gas, making smoke rise from the back tires. Derek made a run for it as Chris Argent started shooting and leaped into the seat. I yanked my foot off the brake before he was even fully seated. "What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott demanded.
"Damn it! I had him!" Derek shouted, slamming his hand on the dashboard.
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked.
"Yes! He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up!" the Beta snapped.
"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles protested.
Derek gave him a furious glare, and said, "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to mention that you thought the killer looked like me!" He was glaring at Scott now, and I realized the police had questioned him for the incident at the school.
"Can we seriously get passed that? I made a dumb-ass mistake, I get it," Scott admitted.
"Especially because they were going to focus on my description until Allison mentioned what you'd said the first time!" I snapped at him, making him draw back.
"Alright!" Stiles yelled. "How did you find him?" he asked Derek. But the older wolf just scoffed.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott suggested.
"Yeah, all of us," Stiles piped up, only to wither under Derek's look. "Or just Ami, I'll be back here," he conceded, sitting back.
"Just tell them," I sighed, slowing down a little bit.
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris," he told us all.
"Our Chemistry teacher?" Stiles demanded, leaning between the seats.
"That's why you were at the school. Harris was still there," I realized.
Derek nodded as Scott asked, "Why him?"
"I don't know yet," Derek snapped.
"What's the second?" I asked before Derek killed one of them in the car.
He pulled out a piece of paper, showing the boys a drawing as he said, "Some kind of symbol." I glanced at it and heard Scott sigh. I hit the steering wheel with the palm of one of my hands; I knew that drawing and I knew where I knew it from. "What? You know what this is?" Derek demanded.
"I've seen it on a necklace; Allison's necklace," Scott replied from the backseat. I was jostled as he slammed my seat angrily and swerved before quickly righting the car with a yelp.
"It's the Argent family crest," I explained to Derek. "Kate gave Allison the necklace for her birthday."
"One of you needs to get that necklace," he told us. We nodded and soon we were pulling into our driveway. Stiles' Jeep sat there waiting, and the boys were quick to scramble out of the Camaro once I got out. Stiles drove off without a word and Scott vanished into the house as Derek came around to the driver's side. He stood over me and said, "You drive like a Hale."
"Considering that Eric used to let me drive while sitting in his lap, I probably should," I quipped. He just shook his head and leaned down to rest his head on my shoulder. "I'll leave the window open for you," I murmured when he straightened. Then he slid into the Camaro and took off, and I watched the taillights fade into the night.
When I woke up to a soft sound, I smiled tiredly but didn't bother moving. Derek was quiet as he shed his shoes and jacket and curled up around me. I fell asleep easily, tucked under his chin with his arm draped over my waist. I didn't even need the blankets because he was so freaking warm. 'Stephanie Meyers got one thing right about werewolves,' I thought as I drifted off again.
The next day, I actually dared to hope that Scott and Stiles had a good plan, but of course, it failed epically. And then Jackson got involved, which only made my day ten times better. Not. Stiles came skidding over to my table during free period, and I knew it was bad. "Start with the worst news," I ordered, closing my English binder.
"Jackson knows about Scott. Scott made Allison run out of class by sending her pictures of them. Scott also saw Allison and Jackson in the pool together," he told me, dropping into the chair next to me.
"So, basically, Jackson is threatening to tell Allison about Scott and demanded the bite, Scott didn't get the necklace, and you're a complete moron?" I checked.
"Yep, that about sums it up. What about your little fairytale?" he replied.
"Jackson has aconite poisoning from the scratches on the back of his neck. Lydia is currently sitting in the girls' room fixing her makeup because Jackson dumped her. Oh, and I heard every word Jackson said at lunch. I've already slapped him six times today, I'm not doing it again until tomorrow," I told him simply, completely straight faced. "And I'm coming home with you today. I want to do some research and Scott won't let me use his laptop," I added on second thought.
"Meet me at the Jeep then," he took all of it in stride, and I was proud of my brother's friend. He'd actually listened to everything I'd said.
He disappeared, probably to find Scott, and I went back to my homework. Eventually, this really cute but painfully shy kid sat down across from me, and I looked up. "Hey, Isaac," I murmured.
"You-you know m-my name?" he stuttered, and I nodded.
"I'm not like most people who couldn't be bothered, Isaac. I actually care about the people around me, and you are in most of my classes," I assured him.
"Th-thanks Ami," he replied, offering me a tiny, shy smile. I grinned widely at him and passed over my list of vocabulary words. We fell to studying softly, tucked away in our little corner of the library. When the bell rang, I murmured a soft goodbye to Isaac and hurried to the locker I was no longer sharing with Jackson, thank god. I knew if I didn't beat Stiles to the Jeep, he would leave without me. I managed to climb into the passenger seat just before he pulled out, and I blamed it on the heels.
When we got to his house, I shed my shoes at the front door so I could run up the stairs after the skinny kid. He dropped his bag, sitting in front of his laptop, and I threw my bag on the bed. "Hey, Stiles, Ami," Mr. Stilinski called, making us both turn towards the door.
"Yo, D-Derek," Stiles replied, seeing the Beta hidden behind the door. Derek pointed at the door, indicating that Stiles needed to stop his dad before he came into the bedroom. Stiles ran for the door, pulling it closed as he leaned in the doorway. Snickering, I took the computer chair to look up aconite poisoning. Shaking my head as I listened to Stiles' oddness, I reflected again just how strange my life had gotten. Then I turned around to watch the spectacle as Stiles came back into the room.
Derek slammed the smaller boy against the door then got right in his face. "If you say one word," the werewolf threatened.
"What you mean like hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun?" Stiles replied. Okay that I had to give him major brownie points for. Derek lowered his raised hand, but kept Stiles pinned to the door. "Yeah, that's right, if I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy," Stiles told him, whacking Derek's shoulder. Derek looked down at the shoulder Stiles had hit, and I giggled. This was just too funny. Then my brother nodded and took a step back, straightening Stiles' shirt and jacket. Stiles returned the gesture, smirking, and went to walk around the taller male. Said male jerked his head at Stiles, who shied away with an, "Oh my god."
Behind Stiles' back, Derek winked at me, and I snorted trying not to laugh. Stiles lifted me out of the computer chair to drop me on the bed before he reclaimed the chair. "Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked.
"No, he's still working on it," Stiles assured him. "But there's something else we can try." When Derek made a go on gesture, Stiles explained, "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent Allison a text asking her to meet him there."
"So?" Derek clearly had no recollection of the fact that Scott hadn't gotten his phone until the next day.
"So, Scott's phone was broken. You smashed it, remember?" I told him.
"So, it wasn't Scott," the human boy summarized.
"Can you find out who sent it?" the werewolf asked.
"No, not me, but I think I know somebody who can," my ADHD friend told us.
"You mean Danny don't you? And how do you plan on getting him over here?" I asked.
"We're lab-partners. I'll say I need help with the report," Stiles shrugged. I shrugged at Derek, who sighed and sat in the chair by the dresser. I spread the remainder of my homework on the floor, sitting criss-cross in the middle to work. But I was done by the time Danny got there, and had already stretched out across Stiles' bed to take a nap, using Derek's jacket as a pillow.
"You want me do to what?" Danny demanded. The volume of his voice startled me out of my nap, and I jerked upright onto my elbows.
"Trace a text," Stiles repeated.
"I came here to do lab-work," my best friend protested. "That's what lap-partners do."
"And we will, once you trace the text," Stiles told him.
"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny challenged.
"I looked up your arrest report," Stiles answered. He at least had the decency to look ashamed.
"I was thirteen!" Danny protested. "They dropped the charges." He stared at Stiles, waiting for a response, and said, "No, we're doing lab work." I watched from the corner of my eye as Danny glanced at Derek as he sat down next to Stiles. "Who's he again?" he asked.
"Um, my cousin, Miguel," Stiles told him.
"Stiles you're a horrible liar. Danny, this is my brother Derek," I mumbled from the bed.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked me.
"Seriously?" I muttered, lifting myself onto my elbows to look.
"Yeah, yes, he gets these horrible nose bleeds," Stiles told him. It was pretty obvious that Danny didn't believe it at all. "Hey, Derek, I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts," Stiles called over his shoulder. I snickered into my arm as Derek slammed the book shut, giving Stiles his ice eyes the entire time. He threw the book down next to me and stood, peeling off his shirt.
"Stiles," Derek said, turning to face the boys. I glanced up and my eyebrows went up. Derek looked like Eric; buff, sculpted, and shirtless.
"Yes?" the other boy asked.
"This no fit," Derek said through clenched teeth.
"Then try something else on," Stiles told him. I couldn't help it; I started giggling into the comforter when I saw Danny staring at Derek. And there went Stiles, not so subtly playing on my friend's weakness. "Hey, that one looks pretty good. What do you think Danny?"
"Huh?" Danny tried to pretend like he hadn't just been caught staring, but I was so not letting him live this down.
"The shirt?" Stiles asked, pointing at Derek. I looked up at my brother and burst out laughing. I couldn't help it, this was just too funny. The blue and orange looked so strange on the older boy. And Derek looked like he wanted to kill Stiles.
"It's not really his color," Danny replied, and Derek yanked the shirt off. I was laughing so hard tears ran down my face.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't ya Danny-boy?" Stiles smirked.
"You're a horrible person," Danny told him.
"I know, it keeps me awake at night," I heard Stiles reply, and now I fell off the bed laughing. I lay on the floor, holding my stomach as Derek snapped at Stiles. Derek went back to emptying Stiles' dresser, and Danny gave in and traced the text.
"In my bag, Derek," I managed to tell my brother once I stopped laughing. He pulled out the green tee shirt I'd swiped from his duffel bag and then picked me up off the floor. He sat me down in his lap and I started messing with his hair, trying to fix it. When he stood to look over Danny's shoulder, I monkey-climbed onto his back, knowing he'd hardly feel my weight.
"There, the text was sent from a computer. This one," Danny told us, sitting back triumphantly.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, making me lean over his shoulder to look at the screen.
"No, no, no, that can't be right," Stiles said, and I shook my head.
"My mom doesn't know how to do that," I told Derek, though something about it being from the hospital made me wonder. I dismissed it, climbing off Derek to sit on Danny's knee.
"Can we do lab work now?" Danny asked, and I got up to let them work. I settled on Derek's lap in the chair, and drifted off into a very complicated train of thought. Like everything tended to lately, it ended with the Alpha, and the four different nights I'd seen him. Derek could clearly feel my heartbeat rising, because he buried his face in my shoulder, cradling my head over his heart. I closed my eyes, my ear pressed against the steady beating, and breathed.
I must have dozed off, because when I woke up, Danny was gone and Stiles looked a little guilty. With a start, I realized we were in the Jeep, and I once again, had no shoes on. Stiles was on the phone, saying, "It looks just like the drawing."
Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist, pulling the phone over so he could talk to Scott. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's got to be something, an inscription, an opening, something," he asked Scott.
I leaned forward to hear Scott reply, "No, no the thing's flat, and no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here, you're first line." There was a pause and a voice that sounded like Coach before Scott added, "You're not gonna play if you're not here to start."
"Scott, we're coming. Relax," I called as Stiles pulled into the school parking lot.
"By the way, one more thing," Derek said, catching Stiles' attention.
"Yeah?" Stiles turned to look at him, and Derek slammed his head into the steering wheel. "God, what the hell was that for?" Stiles cried.
"You know what that was for. Go!" Derek told him. Stiles looked like he was going to argue, but Derek ordered, "GO!" I snickered, and realized I had been hanging around Scott and his friends way too often. I was starting to laugh like Stiles.
"Stiles!" I called as the boy got out of the Jeep. "We're borrowing the Jeep for a few minutes ok?"
"Just remember that she's not the Camaro," he called as he slammed the trunk shut.
"Don't worry, I'll drive," I assured him. He tossed me the keys and I scrambled into the driver's seat. As I pulled out of the parking lot Derek said, "You didn't tell him about your mom."
"Not until we find out the truth," I sighed, glancing at him. "Where are my shoes?" I asked. When he didn't reply, I snapped, "What is with boys and making me go everywhere barefoot?"
"It's the hospital, it's like the cleanest place in the whole city," Derek protested.
"Yeah, except taking away my focus of balance makes me trip over my own two feet. Ask anyone who has ever seen me fall; I always fall when I'm barefoot," I explained. He gave me a look, but I ignored him and parked in front of the long term care center. "I can't believe I'm going in there barefoot," I grumbled, getting out.
I didn't remember my mom telling me she'd gotten the night of for the game, so I searched the whole front end of the hospital. When I couldn't find her, I called Derek. "I can't find her," I told him. "I think she might be at the game."
"Ask for Jennifer she's been-," he told me
"-looking after your uncle, I know," I replied, rounding the corner to find Uncle Peter's door wide open. The bed was neatly made, the room perfectly bare, the wheelchair sitting inside the door. Empty. Like no one had ever used it. "Yeah, well, he's not here either," I told him.
"What?" Derek actually sounded shocked at this.
"He's not here, he's gone, Derek," I repeated, not liking the feeling I was getting in my stomach. A feeling I recognized quite well.
Derek was silent, then he cried, "Ami, get out of there right now! It's him, he's the Alpha! Get out!"
"I know," I gasped, staring at the scared face of Uncle Peter.
"Hello, my pretty little pup," Peter crooned, and I gulped.
I backed away, turning to start running only to slide to a stop as Jennifer said, "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."
"You." I realized, pointing at her, then pointed at Peter, "And him?" Then I looked back at her as it dawned on me. She wasn't just his nurse. "You're the one who sent the text from my mom's computer. And you called the police with the tip. Oh my…and he's the…oh my god you're gonna bite me." I paled, the knot in my stomach writhing like a pit of snakes.
Then Derek stepped in front of Jennifer, slamming his elbow back into her face. She went down, out cold. I stared at him, wide eyed and relieved. "That's not nice. She's my nurse," Peter said from behind me.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way," he ordered me.
"Shit," I whispered, dropping to the floor.
"I just wanted to talk to her, Derek. She is, after all, family," Peter protested. He moved closer, and I darted towards Derek. I kept to my hands and knees, trying to stay as small of a target as I could.
"She stopped being your family the day you killed our sister," Derek snarled as I scrambled towards him.
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter asked. Above me, Derek roared as I ducked behind his legs, and I knew he was shifted. He leaped off the counter, but Peter grabbed him by the front of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. With belied ease, Peter threw Derek against the opposite wall; breaking off the railing thing and dropping my brother to the ground in a cloud of plaster dust.
"Eep," I gasped, turning away. Except I was met with Jennifer's bloody face. I yelped and scrambled away, crawling towards the lobby. I couldn't hear what Derek and Peter were saying as they fought, and I knew it was thanks to whatever power Peter had over me as the Alpha. Derek hit the ground in front of me, rolling onto his stomach as he pinned me to the floor. "Derek," I gasped. "Get up!" I ordered, looking up at Peter frantically.
"Don't worry, my beauty," Peter crooned before turning his attention to Derek, who spit blood onto the floor. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing cell by cell, even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that," he told my brother. As he spoke, a heavy weight settled in my head, freezing my spine so I couldn't move as Derek shoved me away and swung at Peter.
But Peter caught his hand and twisted, and I could hear bones breaking. Derek went down on one knee, crying out in pain as Peter continued, "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." Then he lifted Derek through the glass window on the reception desk.
I heard Derek hit the ground and managed to breathe, "Go, get out of here."
"Do you want to know why you'll make such a good wolf when I finally get the chance to turn you?" Peter asked, kneeling beside my prone body. I clenched my jaw, lifting myself against the weight forcing me down to meet his eyes. "There is it. The fire, the determination. You see, my fairy, I bit Scott because I wanted you," he told me.
"Why?" I managed to ask. My voice was so soft, but so angry, so betrayed, and I knew my eyes were burning with hatred. He'd killed my older sister, murdered three people in town, ruined my brother's life, and tormented all of my friends. All because of me.
Then he walked away, leaving me frozen and reeling on the ground as he said, "Because you belong to me. What Alpha doesn't want his daughter at his side?"